The Hoosier

Find me a woman more poetic in her words & more honest in her actions

and you’ll have found grace itself.

she walks like today is the first day she’s ever lived and God,

welcoming that morning sky is an honor.

I look at her blonde hair and through her blue eyes

and there is nothing there I don’t wish I could be.

With a sharp tongue and a heavy heart

and maybe sometimes swollen knees

she stands at peace with herself

life doesn’t weigh her fair skin down

it is held in the palm of her hand.

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